Demon Name: Ice Burial

An underground cavern lay shrouded in frost mist.

Yan Shuangzi knelt on the ground, holding the Xiao Ling Knife as she assisted the divine weapon's advancement.

She had already synchronized with the Xiao Ling Knife, embarking together upon the path of insight: cruelty in one's methods existed only to serve one's purpose.

What was that purpose?

To vent her anger, to ease her hatred, to make her enemies pay a hundredfold, a thousandfold price.

How could it be achieved?

Make the enemy wish they were dead!

More pain. Even more pain.

Ruthlessness—

Make herself sharper, make her blows more damaging.

Hatred—

Magnify the enemy's perception of pain and weaken their ability to endure injury.

Even the faintest knife mark had to inflict the most excruciating agony upon its target.

Yan Shuangzi silently clenched the Xiao Ling Knife, her mind filled with the scenes of her revenge just moments ago.

"Buzz!!"

The Xiao Ling Knife loved its Master beyond measure.

Yan Shuangzi's understanding of "hatred" broadened the Xiao Ling Knife's horizons, giving its once-vague thoughts a clearer definition.

Once the path of insight opened, everything fell into place.

Behind Yan Shuangzi, a tall figure leaned lazily against the stone wall.

Deng Yuxiang could not see Yan Shuangzi, but she could hear her breathing.

At times it was hurried; at times she gasped deeply.

Naturally, Deng Yuxiang knew that her girlfriend's emotions were surging violently.

How wonderful.

She had taken revenge, fulfilled her wish, and now a compatible divine weapon had added flowers to brocade.

As for herself—

Deng Yuxiang could not help shaking her head with a smile.

Her divine weapon, the Night Severing Blade, had never managed to comprehend a domain or restore itself successfully.

Perhaps the direction of its Divine Weapon Domain was wrong?

The gorgeous short blade Jiang